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Homage Freestyle
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samuel Davies
Samuel Davies
Songwriter
Ola Awonaike
Ola Awonaike
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ChambersOnIt
ChambersOnIt
Producer
Naj
Naj
Producer

Lyrics

Yo Look Pay my respects to the OGs If I say old school, you know what it is Man I took time perfecting my verses So it's curtains if they war with the kid Man I grew up on grime so I grew up on shelling Took notes from the goats So when I spray mine it, it's a fool I'm beheading Don't need a .45, to get where I'm getting I'm a bad boy still Touch mic and I spin that... wheel Powers man, them manna got no will Came for the bag, tell em yutes open the till You know the drill There ain't no free lunch round here Waiter, we're splitting the bill It's finesse or finesse, lemme keep it real I don't take no L's I'm in love with the thrill I told SD, don't watch no face Do your ting and do it properly If they wanna talk, there ain't much they can say Believe I been building a case Too many sounds bites I ain't hearing my name They showing me love for the peace But They throw shade and hate in my name Some lames, okay Don't step to me unruly It's yours truly, SD If you wanna act foolie It's gone end up Messi I ain't talking no Barca Bally under the parka Sonning rap youths You would think I'm their father But I'm not It's SD the God I Remember when Radio stations wouldn't rate me No time of day, ain't get no play No GRM Daily Couldn't believe the streets was mean Ain't talking no Scorsese Was tryna rocket my deposits, like I'm '03 McGrady The only thing I changed up Was the genre Had to switch it up and reconstruct To make more commas A diamond from Salone and I ain't talking no Rihanna I'm favored by the most high, you would think I married Juana What can I say I'm blessed A cut above the rest Never worried about who's on Cause I know the boy up next Better know the name, SD the God Live and direct Had a few things on my mind I had to get em off my chest Yo Pair of original geezers That's why they wanna pree up I'm still old skool yeah you know how it goes Do it on my JDs or my jack jones Special, we rarer than jewels Applying the pressures no problem When you're equipped with the tools You mash work and show em the reason you got 'em I'm paying this homage Large up to the greats Certain man swear they started the wave in attempt to get food on their plate Never worry 'bout them man deya Because we deya Me and broski yea we deya Oh yea we deya Deya Deya
Writer(s): Ola Awonaike Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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